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African Camp Fires

Chapter 8 MOMBASA.

Word Count: 3385    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

nstructed out of corrugated iron. A bearded Sikh stood on guard at its open entrance. He let any one and every one enter, with never a flicker of his expressionless black eyes; but allow

quired. We saw no European; but next morning found that one passed his daylight hours in this inferno of heat. For the moment we let our main bagga

a vague, general way we knew that the town of Mombasa was across the island and about

ld we get hold of him to restrain him by force. When we put on speed he put on speed too. His white robe glimmered ahead of us just in sight; and in the darkness other white robes, passing and

r find him again," I shouted back, "bu

ats I had now come to uttering. All our personal baggage had long since mysteriously disappeared, ravished away from us at the customs house by a ragged horde of blacks. It began to look a

a bench at what appeared to be the top of the hill. Here our

apa," he

ad been frantically searchin

ot over two feet apart, like the toy railroads children use. This did not look much like grow

nknown perfume, black as a band of velvet across the eyes, musical with the subdued undertones of a thou

vehicle. It was a small square platform on wheels, across which ran a bench seat, and over which spread a canopy. It carried also a dim lantern. This rumbled up to us and st

y-clad boys pattered alongside whenever the grade was easy, one hand resting against the rail; or pushed mightily up little hills; or clung alongside like monkeys while we rattled and swooped and plunged down hill into the darkness. Subsequently we learned that

rden walls with trees whose brilliant flowers the lantern revealed fitfully. At last we

n which comfortably to elevate your feet above your head, stood all about. We entered a bare, brick-floored dining-room, and partook of tropical fruits quite new to us-papayes, mangoes, custard apples, pawpaws, and the small red eating bananas too delicate for export. Overhead the punkahs swung back and forth in lazy hypnot

the black, mysterious night, for it was very hot, and we rather dreaded the necessary mosquito veils as likely to pr

e awake at daylight to the sound of a fine row of some sort going on outside in the

e centre of a whirling, vociferating group. He was a fine-looking chap, straight and soldierly, dressed in red tarboosh, khaki coat bound close around the waist by yards and yards of broad red webbing, loose, short drawers of khaki, bare knees and feet, and blue puttees between. His manner was inflexible. The babu jabbered excitedly; telling, in all probability, how he was innocent of fault, was late for his work, etc. In vain. He had to go; also the kid, who now, seeing himself again an object of interest, recommenced his howling. Then the babu began frantically to indicate members of

down near the horizon. Dazzling sun shone on the white road, the white buildings visible up and down the street, the white walls enclosing their gardens, and the greenery and colours of the trees within them. For from what we could see from our window we immediately voted tr

further, their features were in general much finer, and their skins of a clear mahogany beautiful in its satiny texture. Most-and these were the blackest-wore long white robes and fine openwork skull caps. They were the local race, the Swahili, had we but known it; the original "Zanzibari" who furnished Livingstone, Stanley, Speke, and the other early explorers with their men. Others, however, were much less "civilized." We saw one "Cook's tour from the jungle" consisting of six savages, their hair twi

e inevitable chota-hazri-the tea and biscuits of

arriage. There are, of course, public cars also, each with its pair of boys to push it; and also a number of rather decrepit rickshaws. As a natural corollary to the passenger traffic, the freighting also is handled by the blacks on large flat trucks with short guiding poles. These men are quite naked save for a small loin cloth; are beautifully shaped; and glisten all over with perspiration shining in the sun. So fine is the texture of t

avering shrill-voiced chant; the toilers utter antiphony in low gruff tones. At a distance one hears only the wild high syncopated chanting; but as the affair draws slowly nearer,

hrill): "H

rhythm): "Tunk!-

ing minor chant):

one): "Umbwa-jo

t hand; dying into distance again-slow, dogged, toilsome,

e town is done here. The Arabic quarter lies back of it-a maze of narrow alleys winding aimlessly here and there between high white buildings, with occasionally the minarets and towers of a mosque. This district harboured, besides the upper-class Swahilis and Arabs, a large number of East Indians. Still back of this are thousands of the low grass, or mud and wattle huts of the natives, their ro

ss picturesque wells scattered everywhere in the crowded centre, and distributed mainly in Standard Oil cans suspended at either end of a short pole. By dint of constant daily exercise, hauling water up from a depth and carrying it various distances, these men have developed the most beautifully powerful figures. They proceed at a half trot, the slen

dozen parts running lengthwise of the head from the forehead to the nape of the neck, after the manner of the stripes on a watermelon. Each part then ends in a tiny twisted pigtail not over an inch long. The lobes of their ears have been stretched until they hold thick round disks about three inches in diameter, ornamented by concentric circles

these garments, and the patterned squares of cloth wo

haved the edges of their wool to leave a nice close-fitting natural skull cap, wore a single blanket draped from one shoulder, and carried a war club. The ear lobe seemed always to be stretched; sometimes sufficiently to have carried

w the native markets with their vociferating sellers seated cross-legged on tables behind piles of fruit or vegetables, while an equally vociferating crowd surged up and down the aisles. Gray parrots and little monkeys perched everywhere about. Billy gave one of the monkeys a banana. He peeled it exactly as a man would have done, smelt it critically, and threw it back at her in the most insulting fashion. We saw also the rows of Hindu shops open to the street, with their gaudily dressed children of blackened eyelids, their stolid dirty proprietors, and their women marvellous in bright silks and massive bangles. In the thatched native quarter were more of the fine Swahili women sitting cross-legged on the earth under low verandas, engaged in different handicrafts

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1 Chapter 1 THE OPEN DOOR.2 Chapter 2 THE FAREWELL.3 Chapter 3 PORT SAID.4 Chapter 4 SUEZ.5 Chapter 5 THE RED SEA.6 Chapter 6 ADEN.7 Chapter 7 THE INDIAN OCEAN.8 Chapter 8 MOMBASA.9 Chapter 9 A TROPICAL JUNGLE.10 Chapter 10 THE SABLE.11 Chapter 11 A MARCH ALONG THE COAST.12 Chapter 12 THE FIRE.13 Chapter 13 UP FROM THE COAST.14 Chapter 14 A TOWN OF CONTRASTS.15 Chapter 15 PEOPLE.16 Chapter 16 RECRUITING.17 Chapter 17 AN OSTRICH FARM AT MACHAKOS.18 Chapter 18 THE FIRST LIONESS.19 Chapter 19 THE DOGS.20 Chapter 20 BONDONI.21 Chapter 21 RIDING THE PLAINS.22 Chapter 22 THE SECOND LIONESS.23 Chapter 23 THE BIG LION.24 Chapter 24 THE FIFTEEN LIONS.25 Chapter 25 VOI.26 Chapter 26 THE FRINGE-EARED ORYX.27 Chapter 27 ACROSS THE SERENGETTI.28 Chapter 28 DOWN THE RIVER.29 Chapter 29 THE LESSER KUDU.30 Chapter 30 ADVENTURES BY THE WAY.31 Chapter 31 THE LOST SAFARI.32 Chapter 32 THE BABU.33 Chapter 33 OVER THE LIKIPIA ESCARPMENT.34 Chapter 34 TO THE KEDONG.35 Chapter 35 THE TRANSPORT RIDER.36 Chapter 36 ACROSS THE THIRST.37 Chapter 37 THE SOUTHERN GUASO NYERO.38 Chapter 38 THE LOWER BENCHES.39 Chapter 39 NOTES ON THE MASAI.40 Chapter 40 THROUGH THE ENCHANTED FOREST.41 Chapter 41 NAIOKOTUKU.42 Chapter 42 SCOUTING IN THE ELEPHANT FOREST.43 Chapter 43 THE TOPI CAMP.44 Chapter 44 THE UNKNOWN LAND.45 Chapter 45 returned the next day from V.'s boma, bringing more potio and some trade goods. We sent a good present back to Naiokotuku, and prepared for an early start into the new country.46 Chapter 46 THE ROAN.